#WIPITUP Wednesday Suffering Humiliation While Lectured By Her Doctor in The Right Treatment

Welcome back to another WIPITUP Wednesday kindly organised and hosted by the wonderful Melody Parks.


Today I'm sharing a snippet from a Medical Box set, What the Doctor Ordered, by Trent Evans, Natasha Knight, Sue Lyndon, Casey McKay and myself. I'm so excited for this release and it will be available this coming Friday, November 7th ...YAY.

This is a snippet from my story. Aoife has just woken up in a hospital bed after a bad experience with Ecstacy, and finds her doctor is none other than an old friend, and someone she once had a shared history with. A history that right at that moment, she would prefer to forget.


      “You’re one hell of a lucky lady to be here, Aoife. The morgue is full of those who weren’t so lucky. I have a good mind to bring you down there to show you what I mean.” Matt said.
       Actually, she felt anything but lucky. Her throat, chest and tummy hurt like hell from her stomach pumping. Her head was hammering from the comedown and the nightmares. But more than that, her pride hurt. She was being treated like an addict, and referred to a shrink.. She was no addict, she used alcohol and drugs for recreational purposes, the same as everyone else did. She was just unlucky. And doubly unlucky to have landed on Matt’s doorstep.
      She studied him as he perused her chart. His intense grey eyes were the same as ever, but they seemed harsher, no doubt as a result of his disapproval of her behaviour. His dark brown hair was already starting to pepper ever so slightly with silver, but it suited him. His deep pink, full lips were pulled in a tight line and there was a furrow between his brows as he caught her observing him. She felt her face heat at being caught, but concluded that Matt had grown into one hell of a handsome man, or would have, if he tried putting a smile on that stern face.
      She cringed as he untied her blue stiff hospital gown, pulling it forward, dropping the stethoscope between her breasts, True, he had probably seen it all last night, but she was unconscious then. Now she had to suffer the humiliation of the man who had refused to take her virginity baring her tits while giving her a verbal dressing down to remember. The cool breeze through the open window seemed to conspire to cause her shame, mingling with his warm breath creating a confusion of sensations, causing goose-pimples on her chest and to her total mortification, making her nipples pucker and peak. Matt neither did nor said anything to make her more uncomfortable, but he noticed. That much was obvious from how his eyes seemed to linger as he told her to turn around while he listened to her chest. The gap down the back of her hospital issue gown was resting right on the crack of her bottom as he pulled it open to place the stethoscope on her back. She flinched, unsure if it was the cold of the instrument or the total utter humiliation that was the cause of the shiver.

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